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Jonathan Swift - To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair
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  Let me thy Properties explain,
  A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;
  Chimnies with Scorn rejecting Smoak;
  Stools, Tables, Chairs, and Bed-steds broke:
  Here Elements have lost their Vses,
  Air ripens not, nor Earth produces:
  In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,
  Fire will not roast, nor Water boil.
  Thro` all the Vallies, Hills, and Plains,
 The Goddess Want in Triumph reigns;
 And her chief Officers of State,
 Sloth, Dirt, and Theft around her wait.
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